Lion Head Mesa those who wish me dead, yeah

Blue eyes stared at him. A small tightening of her jaw as she studied him and his words. She had not mispoke there would be no half measures or half wit. But, but.

They existed well, but they were both proud, haughty, tempermental. Could it work. Or would it burn itself out. Though who would be the fool that didn't try. And he had proven time and time again even in her deepest ire in moments that he meant what he said almost always. Sometimes harshly so.

She chuckled. He certainly knew her mind well. Deep breath and she blinked. 

Speak plainly. You want fatherhood or me and fatherhood?

She wanted to be certain she understood what he wanted completely.